The pipes o' Havelock sound!" Yes, the Scottish governess hears the regimental pipes of the relief column before anyone else, and soon General Havelock and the Queen's Own have the natives in hand and the map is pink again, and wider still and wider shall the bounds be set. Suddenly, it happens: Oh, they listened, looked, and waited, When the sun does not beat down, and the vultures do not hover, it rains -God, does it rain! For this is India of the Gangetic plain, where the monsoon arrives with hurricane force. Day after day the sun beats down, and the vultures hover.
More dangerous than bullets is the cholera.
THOUSANDS OF WELL-ARMED NATIVES circle the British, besieged for months now in their makeshift fort, waiting against hope for the relief column.
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